Shimmering Sands glory awaits

Bruxa tried to take in what she could of the male before she was noticed. She searched hawkishly for any weaknesses or malformations, but found none before a great, seaborn gaze turned to set her in its sights. She gave pause too, watching the lie of his hackles as his coat, frothing with salt, rippled tenuously in the breeze. "Salutations, stranger," the woodwitch addressed him neutrally, padding forward as a tentative dominance began to present itself in the way she pressed her ears forward and eyed him baldly.  

She was the kind to take advantage where allowed— and if no one else would command the space, then Bruxa surely would. That being said, it was evident to a trained eye that she was only ravaging for boundaries, if there were any to be found. She came close to smell him, but stood back enough so that she might avoid his teeth if presented.

She snorted out the access of sea-smell and salt, learning rather quickly that he belonged here about as much as she did. "You look well enough," she commented after a beat, though it was unclear if she was actually talking to him or not. "Bachelor life suiting you?" Now she was talking to him, peering up with hard, shrewd, electric eyes.